Soooo this is a companion to the first part. Basically it shows what Elizabeth was talking to Tia Dalma about before she went upstairs to Will in tears. The two parts overlap a little bit at the end. Also, I tried my best to mimic Tia Dalma's accent. Note the word tried. And again I don't own POTC. Please R&R!
Elizabeth had been sitting there for 10 minutes, but still, niether talked.
Everyone else had gone upstairs to bed but Elizabeth had stayed. Tia Dalma walked around quietly, putting objects in their proper places and doing mindless work.
"Were you and Jack ever romanticly attached?" Elizabeth asked suddenly.
Tia Dalma chuckled and began to pour herself some tea. "Who hasn't been?"
Elizabeth paused. "Did you break it off? Or did he?"
"Eh," Tia Dalma said as she took a seat across from Elizabeth. "A lot of things did. You thinkin' of startin' something?"
"I killed him," Elizabeth blurted out. "I handcuffed him to the Black Pearl so the Kraken would spare us."
Tia Dalma blinked and nodded.
"And the last thing I said to him was that I wasn't sorry. And I hadn't been."
"But ya are now," Tia Dalma said softly.
"He was a good man," she whispered, and she was crying now. "I honestly do believe that."
"Miss. Swan." Tia Dalma leaned across the table with a wide grin. "Is dat all there is? A bit of guilt?"
No, Elizabeth thought. And whatever else there is absolutely terrifies me because it's not right. Her heart pounded and fled.
Tia Dalma stood and went to put away her mug, still filled to the top with tea. "Watcha got there, Missy, is lust."
"Lust?" Elizabeth repeated. "Are you implying that I'm attracted to Jack?"
"It's better dan what you are implying."
"And what's that?"
Tia Dalma smiled and took a seat. "Dat your in love wit him."
Elizabeth had no answer.
"Do you know what Jack Sparrow is?" Tia Dlama asked. "He's freedom. Jack is no rules, liberation, a life at sea. He's without bounderies, a map wit no edge or finish. Jack is the sea's waves."
"Then what is Will?" Elizabeth said.
"You tell me. What is Will?
"I don't know," Elizabeth confessed. "He's just always beeen Will. The man I thought I loved...and whom I may still love..." she trailed off, confused.
"Will is destiny," Tia Dalma breathed. She shook her hair back and left her eyes wide and unblinking. "He's a dieing pureness, a bravery. If Jack is the waves than Will is the sea's heart."
Elizabeth furrowed her brow. "You're not making any sense!"
"Maybe not," Tia Dalma said slowly. "And I can't tell ya how you feel. You need to find your own difference between love and lust."
Elizabeth found new tears forming in her eyes. "And in the meantime?"
Tia Dalma shrugged and pounted to the stairs. "Get some rest." Elizabeth ran her hand across her eyes and stared at the wet spot's on her sleeve. Than she ran up the stairs, her hair floating behind her. When she got to the top, she searched the large room for Will.
She spotted his bed in the back corner, furthest from the other crew members.
"Will?" she whispered. He sat up right away.
"What's wrong?" he asked immediatly.
And for a second, she saw everything in Will. She saw a love, a future, a child, the entire world, all in Will. Than it passed and he was just Will, tired and handsome as his injured body melted into the bed.
Elizabeth took a seat and burrowed her head in his chest. His arms wrapped around her. She didn't know what she wanted, not really, but right now, she knew she wanted this.